She approaches him as
though it's the last thing she wants to do on earth, as though she
would rather be anywhere else. Still, despite this, she comes
forward across the Quidditch pitch, drawing nearer to him and his
fellow teammates, who are loitering around as they congratulate each
other yet again on a victorious match against Hufflepuff.

He breaks slightly
apart from the other Slytherins to greet her with a lazy smile.
"Hello, Andromeda."

"Lucius." She
smiles politely, but falsely, inclines her head respectfully, but
stiffly. "I just wanted to congratulate you for your
victory."

He is a little
surprised at this announcement, considering how she dislikes him so,
but as the good pureblood he has been raised to be he accepts the
nicety graciously. "Thank you very much, darling," he
drawls, with a slight bow.

Her already-rigid
smile becomes even harder as he strokes the word 'darling' with
his tongue; she hates when he calls her by such names. Though,
she hates everything about him, really, so what difference does it
make whether or not he does this little thing to infuriate her?
He wishes they had a more solid relationship, wishes she did not
loathe so thoroughly the man their parents had conspired for her to
marry, but what could he really do to change her mind?

"Well," she says,
after a brief pause, "enjoy the rest of your afternoon, Lucius."

"Likewise to you,"
he replies, leaning over and pecking her cheek lightly with his
lips. She nods her head once, then flits off.

The instant she is
gone, his fellow Slytherins are surrounding him. "Ooooh,"
several of them chorus. A few others wolf-whistle, while still
two of them elbow him in the ribs pointedly.

"What?" Lucius
asks crisply, not in the mood.

"Nothing,"
Rabastan Lestrange chuckles. "You two definitely win the
prize for most loving couple of the year, though."